SATURDAYI woke up at four and walked half an hour to Thornbury IN THE DARK only to drive straight past my house when we left my friend’s brother’s house. Lucky I was excited for Golden Plains…One of the lovely girls at PBS gave me their Staff Pass, so we could overtake everyone in the entrance line to Golden Plains. Everyone in our convoy (me, my friends, my friend’s bother, my friend’s brother’s friends, my friend’s brother’s friend’s girlfriends) all miraculously ended up with a Staff Pass and got to drive up the right lane like the Queen, or something. There was an insane amount of people there, especially since we arrived at 8.20 and the gates only opened at 8. 
We set up camp in Hidden Valley, before heading into a nanna nap to the sounds of the Dirty Three (presented by a boom box).The first band to play were Royal Headache. I think I enjoyed them better last time I saw them, possibly because I was drunker, closer and with more Royal Headache appreciative friends. They were still great though, I liked it when the singer said, “I think I’m gonna vom, ay” because it was completely reminiscent of Shepparton speak.The next band we saw was Monotonix. I was looking forward to this ‘cos they were just meant to be gross. They played on top of the crowd which was pretty amazing, but all the showman ship really made them sound like shit. I liked them for a little while, and it was pretty funny.
My friend really wanted to see the Big Pink. I really think this could have been the shittest (not even in a good-shit way) band on the whole bill, just looking at them made me feel a bit sick. I stayed and listened because I am a good friend, and provided an off beat comment after to hide my bewilderment of how excruciatingly lame they were, “I liked the drummer hair!” (which was true- she did have a pretty cute hairdo). We came back to find that our friend had fallen asleep on our grapes, so we put rubbish in his shoes and had a bit of a giggle about it.
We stayed at the tent until just before Pavement. I think I’m a few years too young to have fallen into the oh-my-god-it’s-fucking-Pavement age group, but I knew a fair few of their songs from a child hood event where this family friend I thought was super cool stayed at our house and I asked what was playing on her walkman and she said, “Pavement- you wouldn’t know them!”, so of course I went and looked them up and learnt the words to Cut Your Hair.
We stayed for half of Dinosaur Jr. and then snuck off to bed. If anyone asks- we stayed for the whole set!
SUNDAY
The guys camping by us with coined the name ‘Super Wild Shit House Horses’ for the first band that was playing on Sunday. I’d never heard them previously, but I don’t really like girl bands, so we decided to wait in the coffee line for forty minutes instead of listening to them.
We moved on down to the Amphitheatre to see Jeffery Lewis and the Junkyard. I wasn’t going to come down for this because the band’s name sounded like they would have been playing folky shit. They didn’t, and they were pretty enjoyable! Jeffery Lewis did a rap about Mosquito’s which was really clever, and they also did a mash-up of Louie Louie and Cut Your Hair. This would have been among my favourite acts for the whole of Golden Plains.
Wooden Shjips were alright, I’d never listened to any of their music before, so got a little distracted when my friend and I spent the whole time making up a love story about this purple-dressed girl dancing in front of us. She kept kissing a boy that was shorter and chubbier than her, so we assumed that she was only doing so because he had a backstage pass. She loved dancing.
On the way back to the tent I saw Dan Sultan with his shirt off and I stared at him- so very good looking. I was planning on seeing Nashville Pussy, but we were too busy bonding with our camp site, listening to the Drones and catching Fruity Bites in our mouths.
Tame Impala attracted heaps of children. Like, actual children. It was really weird being at a festival that children were at. They were pretty cute hanging out on their parents shoulders, but they’d all push to the front because people would feel sorry for them for being too short. We talked to a boy call Zedd who was four, and he got his cute little face on the big screen, and couldn’t stop grinning with all of his four teeth.
I don’t know where I was for Calexico. The next thing I remember is listening to Tex Perkins and my mum texting me telling me to blow him kisses for her. The Cruel Sea weren’t too bad. I thought they’d be shit ‘cos I hate their CD’s, but I think I was just a bit out of it, and mesmerized by SEXY TEXY. I’m pretty sure it started pouring during Tex, and afterwards we were all singing ‘Fuck Forever’ in the rain. I didn’t think the rain was that heavy, but I saw some pictures later and it was. Whoops.
We went to bed two songs in of Midnight Juggernauts because we are weak. We found our new friend sitting on a chair, dead to the world, at the camp site so helped him to his car and I’m pretty sure I broke my back doing so. We fell into a pretty blissful sleep (seeming as though out tent was withstanding all that rain) until a someone jumped in the tent singing ‘the Ning Nang Nong’ really loudly.
MONDAY
We had packed up pretty early, but had to wait for our driver. I lost the tent bag, so Dad wasn't too impressed with the garbage bag replacement I had for him.
Seeming that I enjoyed the festival without even thinking about the rain shows how sweet Golden Plains was. I’m so amped for Meredith now. Seeing all four of the boys that I liked the most last year, at Golden Plains was pretty weird. A bit like two stabs in the face and a big, warm hug.
I’m not complaining though.
